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loststarphounix · 1 year ago

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Soudam Week Day 2 - Even

A/N: I had a fic that fits this prompt that I was working on, so this is longer due to me using it for the prompt lol More of my ‘Kazuichi can too bake/cook” headcanon propaganda!

It all started because Kazuichi got cornered.

Apparently, he was still somehow obligated to give his “friends” from middle school free shit and unlimited access to his classmates when he got accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy. It didn’t matter to them if they had dumped him as a friend first - it was the principal of the matter.

More like bruised pride in his humble opinion, but who asked him?

He had already accepted his fate when he tried to lose them by making a mad dash out of the shopping center, panic lacing through his veins he heard the familiar, passive aggressive tone of his once best friend demand he come over to “talk”. Kazuichi lived with an abusive father longed enough to know that “talk” doesn’t actually mean a conversation.

It didn’t take them long to corner him in a back alley, and their ire and indignation wasn’t much a surprise when he continued to deny them of they thought was theirs.

What was surprising, though, was that someone stopped them when they started beating him.

Kazuichi didn’t know when or where Gundham came from, but one moment he was on the ground curled up as three guys circled overhead, and the next they were all pulled away and fighting the breeder. It was honestly so surreal that all he could do was watch as the taller teen moved and fought with the motions of someone who’s fought for years. And being bombarded by 6 foot something of rabid animosity wasn’t something his old “friends” weren’t prepared for.

They didn’t last long and by the time the mechanic struggled to get on his knees, the three were already running off, their half assed threats lingering in the stink filled air. Kazuichi watched as the other breathed harshly, took in the leather long coat that the other stupidly refused to take off but somehow didn’t even have a tear in, stretch with each haggard breath.

When the other turned towards him, he flinched at the dark look in his mismatched eyes and the bit of blood at the corner of his lip. The dark look fell away at his wince, being replaced with barely concealed concern.

“Mortal?” Gundham asked and fuck even his voice sounded like it went a couple rounds.

Kazuichi scrambled to get on his feet and the speed of which he did it made his feet away dangerously for a second, “Why did you do that!?” He hissed. “They could’ve beaten you to a pulp!”

“Such a queer way of giving thanks to your Overlord. If I had not intervened, you would have surely perished.”

“W-whatever!“ the blush that burned hot on the shorter teens cheeks distracted him from the weird fluttering the goth gave and he shakily stalked passed him and out the alley, ignoring the other’s indigent calls.

As he semi limped back to the academy, Kazuichi vowed to put it behind him. But now, almost two days later and it was all he could think about. It hung over his head like a dark cloud, circling back and forth between the start of the fight and the look of concern. Not many people were ever concerned for him. So few even showed it.

It…it made the fluttering in his stomach grow and he didn’t know how he felt about it.

So, to get the feelings of guilt to leave him alone, he decided to do something about it. He would make something as a sorta thanks sorta sorry gift that Gundham couldn’t refused!

And who would ever say no to homemade baked goods?

Kazuichi decided that his first step was talking to Sonia. She knew Gundham better than anyone in their class, and they’ve been having a sorta good relationship now. He knew he didn’t have a chance with her and she knew he was genuinely trying to be her friend. She wouldn’t fail him in his mission in making Gundham something!

The next day, he approached her after class and the princess was surprised he came up to her for anything other than the fake flirting they usually do, then became suspicious of his motives before declaring that she would oversee his baking to ensure that he wasn’t trying to poison the Dark Overlord.

Which, ok fair but also really fucking insulting because he wouldn’t just tamper with someone’s food. Tamper with the supply chain maybe - make sure it never arrives at the destination- but not full out tainting it. He’s not Hiyoko.

But at least she agreed to help and that had to mean something, didn’t it? He didn’t act clinging, didn’t break out into song or tap dancing down the halls. He just simply thanked her and set a time Friday evening when Teruteru wouldn’t be there and they parted ways. And it was pleasant too! They’ve come a long way from first year!

So he found it a bit rude to then be immediately ambushed and interrogated by his so called best friends, who demanded to know what he was doing bothering Sonia now.

Which, fair again but rude. And after pleading his case while ducking punches from a angry yakuza, the two decide that too will join in on this “baking” to ensure he doesn’t “fuck this up”.

And that’s how he found himself in the kitchen, kneading dough with Sonia sitting in a chair opposite him; Hajime hovering by his shoulder and Fuyuhiko leaning against a wall.

With a spread of options in front of him, Kazuichi decided to get down to business.

“A cake would be too much, so a dozen cookies will have to do. What about filling, though? Like - does his Iceness have a favorite flavor?” He asked Sonia, who seemed to take the question seriously as she hummed distractedly. “There’s chocolate - that’s always a popular one. Or vanilla or red bean? Maybe peaches and cream? If he likes bitter or tart stuff, maybe the matcha or citrus…”

“Gundham’s tastes are not all that different from yours - though his is much more moderate.” Sonia commented, “He is particularly fond of angel’s fruit!”

Kazuichi blinked.

“Angel’s fruit?”

“It’s another name for papaya.” Hajime piped up, looking up from his phone.

“Never done papaya filling before…” A contemplative look settles on the mechanic’s face, fingers tapping on the marble surface. “Shouldn’t be too hard though. You guys are gonna have to be my tasters, though.”

Sonia clapped her hands together in excitement. “Splendid! I’ll get the papayas!”

As she hurried over to the pantry, Kazuichi’s attention fixated on the recipe. The cookie base was simple enough, but the recipe for the filing was strawberry jame and he had no idea how to portion for the papaya. It’s gonna be a challenge.

Fuyuhiko saddled up beside him and he jumped. He forgot the other was even in there with them, he’d been unusually quiet since they first entered the kitchen. Turning to face the blond, he began to squirm under the scrutinizing gaze.

“W-what?” He muttered, ducking his head. Fuyuhiko shook his head, amazement coloring his tone.

“Nothing. Just can’t believe you were actually serious about this shit.”

Kazuichi huffed as he reached for the flour and mixing bowl. “You’re one to talk. You didn’t have shit about that mousse I made you last month!”

He watched somewhat amused as his friends eyes widen and he sputtered. “That was you!?? I had Peko help me look for the bakery you mentioned! Motherfucker you lead me on a goosechase!”

“You acted like I was lying about making Akane that cake once! Even after she said I did it, you still didn’t believe me!”

“Come on! I can’t see you being a mechanic and a fucking baker!”

“But I’m supposed to believe you can be yakuza and a nice guy and have the biggest sweet tooth I’ve ever seen!?”

“He’s gotcha there.” Hajime commented from his position by the pantry, a bag of sugar in his hands.

Opening his mouth as if to object, the yakuza heir froze. Turning away with he huff, he crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring their snickering.

“Both of you bastards shut the fuck up.”

“If we are quite done!” Sonia chirped, placing several oblong greenish fruit on the counter. “We are on a tight schedule.”

“You’re right.” Ignoring the amused look Hajime threw at him, Kazuichi grabbed an apron and tied it behind his back.

It was time to start baking.

——

Gundham opened his door and blinked.

After nearly three days of no contact, he found Kazuichi standing outside his realm, holding out a surprisingly well wrapped rectangle.

“Here.” The mechanic shoved the small box closer to his face. It made the taller reel back in surprise.

“What is the meaning of this!?” He demanded, his voice raising in surprise before he composed himself. “Have you decided to try to vanquish the great Gundham Tanaka? It will take more than mere tricks to fall a demon as powerful as I!”

The shorter teen sputtered and his affronted face made the breeder pause as he slammed the box into the others chest. The force behind it made him slightly breathless, but he tried to not show it. And if his cheeks tinted a bit at the contact, he tried to ignore it.

“There thanks for the other day!” Kazuichi replied, his face as bright as his hair as his eyes skittered away. “Now we’re even!”

And without another word, he scurried away, leaving Gundham holding the wrapped box against his chest. Looking down, he gently tugged the ribbon until it opened up and revealed small cookies, each filled with an orange yellow centered.

“Confectioneries?” He picked one up and examined it closely.

Scoffing, he placed it back into the box and returned to his dorm. How preposterous.

—-

Apparently, he had made them from scratch.

Sonia had explained that to him later in the afternoon, when she came for their daily demonic training. She proudly stated how she supervised the whole thing and even had took a few for herself and her girlfriends.

”Who knew Souda-Kun was such a wonderful baker!” Sonia exclaimed, taking a dainty bite from one she brought from her own dorm. “How have you found them? Is the papaya too much?”

Gundham shook his head. ”I have yet to consume them. I had assumed that the Tamer of Machines had done something untoward to them.”

He glanced at his desk where the box rested and Sonia hummed.

”Well, be sure to have some and tell me what you think!”

Once their training had concluded and she had left, Gundham decided to have just one of the small cookies. If Sonia, Hajime and Fuyuhiko all saw the mechanic make them, then surely they haven’t been tampered with.

‘What can one truly hurt?’

He took a bite and was surprised at how delicious it was. Flavorful, but not too overpowering, with just the right amount of crispness. And the jam was tart but sweet. A perfect melody of flavors.

Gundham was surprised how delicious the tiny cookie was and found himself grabbing one more, before going out to preform him duties at the academy’s farm.

—-

The cookies were gone in less than two days.

Gundham could not believe how much his cursed body enjoyed them - let alone to the point that they were consumed at such a rate. Usually he was very sparing in his intake of junk food - most went bad before he’d even make a dent to it.

He didn’t even notice that he ate almost the entire bag, until his fingers only grazed against one single treat. The lone survivor.

Now he was sitting at his desk, holding the small round cookie up to the light as if he held all the secrets in the universe.

Madness. That had to be the answer.

“What potion has the Mechanical Tamer drenched these treats to enthrall a demon? Surely he is more crafty a mortal than I previously suspected. I shall keep this one to examine it’s contents!”

The cookie soon joined its fallen brethren two hours later.

Gundham decided that he must have more of those demonic delicacies. He needed to know what components combined to ensure him so throughly. But how to acquire them?

He decided to interrogate the answers out of Hajime, the mechanic’s greatest companion, but was met with less than stellar results.

“You could probably just ask? Kaz usually has me taste test stuff a lot of the time.”

Preposterous!

Surely he could get them another way.

Luckily, an opportunity arose when Kazuichi had been transporting some kind of heavy machinery. And Nagito just so happened to be nearby and caused a blowback of bad luck.

He acted quickly and rescued the mechanic just before the machinery slammed against a wall. He held onto the other tightly, feeling the shorter hearts beat hard against his own chest. Hands gripped the back of his leather jacket and warmth spread from his chest up his neck.

“Holy shit!” Kazuichi cried out, pushing away slightly to look at the broken mangle of parts scattering the floor. “I could’ve been wall pizza!”

“What a vivid picture your mind conjures.” He murmured, making the pink hair teen look back up to him.

The surprise and wonder that shone in those rose colored eyes made his heart speed up.

“You just waiting in the wings to save my life or what?” The mechanic whispered and the tone made the warmth creep up Gundham’s neck.

“Hardly. However, I do expect some kind of compensation for sparing you such a gruesome fate.” Feeling brave, he made sure to keep eye contact with the other as he continued, “Perhaps another batch of your intoxicating confectioneries?”

Kazuichi looked slightly dazed, before a radiant smile split across his face. Gundham had to admit, that it was pleasant to gaze upon.

“It’s only fair. Maybe we can just skip you saving me next time?”

Years go by, and Gundham will find ways to get rewarded with Kazuichi’s papaya cookies, even if the other will gripe about how he’ll make them for him anyway. Whenever anyone asks how he and Gundham got together, Kazuichi’s face splits into a dopey ass grin before loudly proclaiming:

“Ya know, way to a guys heart is through his stomach. He liked my pies but stayed for my cakes!”

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